Antonio Carty
'Horse Sense' by Antonio Carty / song Bob Dylan 'I Shall Be Released'
Here is a link to this my new short movie. Sit back relax and enjoy its opportunity to transcend.
Horse Sense
I expect when we reflect,
a horse carries this song
more beautifully true
than any mere human actor
could try to!
I found this horse
I'll call him Bob
after Dylan,
i'm sure he'd be a fan
Just like all them other horses
grown tired of man
Like me Bob's skived off up here
to escape, basking under sun,
catching the high breezes
alone he's free,
living just as he pleases,
Here sits his throne,
with out a worry,
adorned in natural luxury.
Letting the world go, distant and
tiny, wide and calm in panorama
all at once around way below,
Clear so far off up here
sitting a top Sí Mór.
Stoic, he will not speak but listens,
then rolling to scratch his back in pleasures
innate and most content!
Born is he to nature's honesty,
living each day's constant commune,
Thru' intimate nibbling kisses
he whispers, tenderly into
her wet and earthen grassy ear,
whispers so quiet, I wish to hear?!
But with a horse sense grin
his secrets pass on to rest within.
this hill of Si Mhor's
ancient bedded blanket,
could you ever hope to hear,
their sweet pillow talk!
So thanks, to you, Bob Dylan the Horse!
Antonio Carty
(3rd May 2020)
Shot up on Sí Mhór, an ancient fairy hill in Leitrim Ireland, where I live.
(I came across him all of a sudden, as tired and stumbling, I reached the top of si mhor hill, he stopped rolling on his back in private ecstasy, I realised I had accidentally appeared to close to him really, so I just dropped down still and set up my camera with out looking at him directly, and graciously he allowed me shoot, I gave him an apple after and he walked up passing me slowly in a subtle acclimatisation of regard, as I sat below him I had to trust in the mercy of his hoofed feet! Calmly he passed in tall dignity, he went on up against a rise in the hill and took a long carefree piss on the head of Si Mhor!
There is a group of young horses who live on this ancient hill, playfully following the language of each other's curiosity each day. The farmer below who breeds them probably doesn't make much money from them in a hurry, but at night I bet he can dream he is a horse!)
- Antonio
Here also is a link to a book I like the sound of that Bob Dylan wrote & I bet will chime with this subject!
'Horse Sense' by Antonio Carty / song Bob Dylan 'I Shall Be Released'
Here is a link to this my new short movie. Sit back relax and enjoy its opportunity to transcend.
Horse Sense
I expect when we reflect,
a horse carries this song
more beautifully true
than any mere human actor
could try to!
I found this horse
I'll call him Bob
after Dylan,
i'm sure he'd be a fan
Just like all them other horses
grown tired of man
Like me Bob's skived off up here
to escape, basking under sun,
catching the high breezes
alone he's free,
living just as he pleases,
Here sits his throne,
with out a worry,
adorned in natural luxury.
Letting the world go, distant and
tiny, wide and calm in panorama
all at once around way below,
Clear so far off up here
sitting a top Sí Mór.
Stoic, he will not speak but listens,
then rolling to scratch his back in pleasures
innate and most content!
Born is he to nature's honesty,
living each day's constant commune,
Thru' intimate nibbling kisses
he whispers, tenderly into
her wet and earthen grassy ear,
whispers so quiet, I wish to hear?!
But with a horse sense grin
his secrets pass on to rest within.
this hill of Si Mhor's
ancient bedded blanket,
could you ever hope to hear,
their sweet pillow talk!
So thanks, to you, Bob Dylan the Horse!
Antonio Carty
(3rd May 2020)
Shot up on Sí Mhór, an ancient fairy hill in Leitrim Ireland, where I live.
(I came across him all of a sudden, as tired and stumbling, I reached the top of si mhor hill, he stopped rolling on his back in private ecstasy, I realised I had accidentally appeared to close to him really, so I just dropped down still and set up my camera with out looking at him directly, and graciously he allowed me shoot, I gave him an apple after and he walked up passing me slowly in a subtle acclimatisation of regard, as I sat below him I had to trust in the mercy of his hoofed feet! Calmly he passed in tall dignity, he went on up against a rise in the hill and took a long carefree piss on the head of Si Mhor!
There is a group of young horses who live on this ancient hill, playfully following the language of each other's curiosity each day. The farmer below who breeds them probably doesn't make much money from them in a hurry, but at night I bet he can dream he is a horse!)
- Antonio
Here also is a link to a book I like the sound of that Bob Dylan wrote & I bet will chime with this subject!